Love, Not Really
Love you came with a tickle
from my nape down to my feet,
like fresh fruit from the vine,
you tasted delectably sweet.
A brush of softest feather,
blood coursing through my veins,
love you taught me your lessons,
studious, I’m glad you came.
In the heated glow of morning,
in deep ebony disguise,
love came at every hour;
love came with truths and lies.
I asked for more and more of you;
I begged you please don’t go.
I tried to beguile you, tried to seduce,
your affections were for show.
Oh, Love you were a prankster,
not really true love at all,
but wow, you knew just how to please.
I’m grateful that you called…
I'll never condone your deception,
I don’t like to be taunted or teased,
but for you, I’ll keep on begging,
please once more…come back, please.
Written 3/8/15 for Love or Hate Pick A Subject #2
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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